Here I stand at the foot of Love's greatest Sacrifice,
Those hands nailed to a splintered cross.
The scars of my iniquity on the wrists of innocence.
Nobody knew it was Hatred's greatest loss.
As I look up at God Almighty laying down His life for me,
the Lamb's blood trickling down the rugged wood,
The thundering voice of victory...
I shook from deep inside where I stood.
Then the final breath
slipping out in silent ambition.
The conquering of death.
The price payed for Salvation.
The silence torn with the temple curtain,
by the shake of earth's violent thrust.
His love would continue down the ages, of this I'm certain
from my core to my crust.
Roman soldiers trembling with fear,
their horses rearing into the furious wind,
nobody suspected the turnpoint of humanity was near
and that His death wasn't the end.